At the Garrison - Grosilge visits Vrinn

Grosilge can be heard long before she is seen. Her distinctive voice clear but with the goblin's rasp as she sounds concerned and frustrated. She's  escorted by a female guard. Instead of her usual overalls, she's wearing what looks more akin to traditional goblin clothes, like what she wore when she was a Seven Tooth Warchanter.  When she sees Vrinn, he face breaks into a grin and she runs climb the door like before. "Vrinn! Hey, I have so much to tell you! Why are you in here? No one is telling me anything and it's pissing me off." She says the last with a pointed scowl at the guard.

Seated on the cold bench in the cell and leaned back against the wall, he passively rubs the stubble on his cheeks and chin, quietly reminding himself to shave. Again. Something that he's been meaning to do ever since returning from Magnimar. A polite smile parts his lips, crystalline blue eyes seeming to grow brighter in the dim light at Grosilge's enthusiasm. "Excuse me, guard (he'd use her name if he knows it). Would you mind letting my wife in? We have... matters to discuss that shouldn't be mentioned through bars." he requested respectfully. "It's okay, Gildie. Well, it will be." Vrinn continued, responding to his wife. "Don't worry, I'm not in trouble."

The guard looks around. "Well you see, the thing is -" Gildie hops off the bars and puts her hands on her hips and growls, a sound that sounds more like Ameiko than Roxreez with debatable efficacy (it depends entirely on who you find more fearsome). "Look, I am Queen of the Sandpoint Goblins and this tall and very sexy man's wife. Iffing you do not let me in, I will scream and..." She puts a hand on her chest, smiling roguishly. "I am a professional singer and goblin. I can scream very loud, very long, and very painfully...all day." The guard pales and shoots a glance at Vrinn. "I'll... I'll get permission from the Sheriff." The turns to leave then hesitates..."I need to make sure you're not carrying anything that will allow the prisoner to escape." Grosilge sighs.  "You are flat chested and annoying me." She goes the doors and rides them. "Husband, be opening the door and letting me in."

With an exasperated look towards the guard, he sighs while standing and, all the while maintaining eye contact with the hapless lass, knocks on the lock embedded in the cell door in such a way that it simply springs open. Opening the door himself, he awaits for Grosilge to enter before closing the door again behind her. He simply smirks at the woman, giving her a shrug of his shoulders before returning to his perch, patting an empty space next to him for his wife. [In Goblin] "So..." he begins, mulling over the right words in his head "...Boble's dead, and, uhh, someone left a, drawing? No, uhh... words. Someone left words saying that I killed him. So Sheriff Serious-Face is letting me... nest... here tonight." he explains, his Goblin still needing some work.

The guard scurries off, her call for the Sheriff muffled down the long dark hallway of cells. Grosilge standing on the bench and at his side, red eyes glinting in the dim light of interspersed torches in the hall. She tilts her trying to piece together his goblin. After a time, she sighs and slips down the wall to sit on the bench. "Well..." She starts a tear forming in her eye. "Well..." She wipes her eyes and takes a big, deep breath. The tears don't abate. "Dammit, Bobole. You were my knight...you were supposed to help me be Queen and learn to ride Morthauer and to get me goblin pickles. Now you're dead!" Listing to qualities of her loss seem to make her more upset rather than less. "Now you're dead and Vrinn is in trouble! You are stupid and very stupid and REALLY STUPID!" She hugs Vrinn and sobs into his body to muffle her cries.

Embracing the diminutive woman in his arms, he strokes the top of her head gently as the front of his clothing becomes soaked with her tears. Letting her cry, he can't help but to hold back a few tears from welling up himself. He never really did too well with people crying. Kissing the top of her head, he pulls her into his lap, whispering soothing words into her oversized ears, rubbing her back, and gently rocking back and forth. "Don't worry, the-one-who-I-don't-want-to-kill. I'm still your throne, your husband, your King. And I won't let this slide..." he spoke again still in Goblin before switching back to common "...Let Callistria bear witness, the vile villain will suffer a thousand stings before vengeance is wrought upon them" his expression growing hard, a sneer curling his lips.

Her sobbing abates and she pulls out a piece of cloth and wipes her face before blowing her nose in his. Her skin is still flushed and mottled with both the frustration of emotion between her freckles. She puts the clothed in a pouch and when she looks up at Vrinn, her face is colder. She puts her hands on his cheeks and stares into his eyes. "Mein König, mein Rache (My king, my vengeance) ... A thousand stings is only half of their punishment."  She narrows her eyes. "They have attacked one of my people, again, and I am furious like a storm of Ameiko women." She kisses him on the lips before hopping down and pacing. "I went to Seven Tooth for more people; I  came back with 3 and their cage of pups." She shakes her head. "Stupid Bobole...20 goblins can't replace you..."

His head tilting at the news of more goblins arriving in Sandpoint, along with a cage of goblin dogs.Shuddering, he chuckles as he imagines Mortrhauer chasing after them like a cat chasing rats. "That's... wonderful news" he states blandly, clearing his throat to clear the images from his mind. "Though these new goblins, will they fit in enough in Sandpoint? Follow human laws and the like?" he inquires, once again rubbing his stubble, wondering if he has an opportunity to recruit more 'followers'. ' 'Though, with Bobole... Perhaps I could talk to Hemlock, see if who is going to take control of the Goblin Squad now...''  he muses. "Where are they staying, do you know?" he continues aloud to Gildie. "We'd need to talk to the others first, but perhaps we could put them up on the ground of our estate, at least until they get settled..."

Gildie turns around in her pace to head back towards Vrinn."I've put them in the Glassworks for now and gave them some food and instructions not to leave. I told Rotgut and Chunder to watch over them. Chunder whined but I clocked him on the head." She grins and holds up her fist and brings it down in a reasonable approximation of bonking a goblin.  Footsteps come from down the hall and Hemlock appears with the female guard behind him. "Good, y'all ain't...." he stares blankly, unable to bring himself to say the words. As a matter of fact, the abruptness is so acute it's as though his brain forcibly cut ties with his tongue and protested firmly against the thought. "You have 5 more minutes." He turns on his heel and walks away. The guard posts up the hall a few feet to give them privacy.

"Ahh... Good. I hope Roxreez didn't give you any trouble?" he probes before Hemlock's interruption. Vrinn simply smiles, nodding at the Sheriff, acknowledging his instruction. "So..." he pauses, waiting for the other guard to move out of sight "...Ever boinged in a jail cell before?" Vrinn teases as he kneels down to kiss his wife.

Gildie grins mischievously. "Roxreez? No, I didn't see her." She gives Vrinn a peck and rubs his rough cheeks. "But you were saying about boinging?"

Grinning at his fortune at both Gildie not running into Roxreez and at the prospect of sleeping with is wife, he scoops Grosilge up in his arms, and lets the walls of the jail hear the screams of a goblin who isn't being tortured for once